Friday Poetry Reflection, June 27th

*Shock Horror* I remembered to post it! 😀

Well its Friday and I have found a poem that is really nice and I really enjoyed. It is by a poet I have not come across before, Theodore Roethke. I must say I am learning a lot about poets since I started doing this. The poem I have shosen is “My Papa’s Waltz” and is as follows

The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pansSlid from the kitchen shelf;My mother’s countenanceCould not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wristWas battered on one knuckle;At every step you missedMy right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my headWith a palm caked hard by dirt,Then waltzed me off to bedStill clinging to your shirt.

What a beautiful poem of a lovely memory of a father. When I read this poem I instantly smiled as there is so much warmth in this poem. A father who putting his son to bed is always a lovely sight, but one that waltz’s first is something unique!